‘My captor and I made love before I was set free when he was killed.’ I type and then press ‘SUBMIT’. The words appear in cyberspace but the e...d of the sentence is a lie, I know it was not the man with whom I had fallen i love who was killed. But Faceless may believe that I think he is dead. I do not know if he will be pleased by my pursuit of him. ‘Girl get a life!’ pops up as a reply a few minutes later. A forty year old woman from Colombia has replied, and I find in her biography that she. I was biding my time, counting on chance to someday place her next to me. That I might speak to her without her knowledge of my growing obsession was what I had hoped. It was unusually crowded on the train that day. The only relative peace I found was in the crowded alcove between the two forward most train cars. Once again my spirits sagged since where I had seen her standing would place her two coaches back. My thoughts strayed as the train again began to roll. I looked absentmindedly out of. When Ruth would feel guilty about what she was doing, she had only to remind herself that Elizabeth seemed near death half the time and the only time she was alive was when she had a man with her. Ruth had to lead her from one place to another, had to force her to eat and do other things to keep herself clean. It was only when Elizabeth was being fucked that she was happy. Then she was alive. Then she was happy. Then she would smile. Her white arms and legs would encircle some dirty,. “What do you mean?” Jim asked. “Well I mean like talking about sex and masturbating, are you really comfortable talking to me about that, or are you just talking about it for me?” I asked.“I guess both, I'm a guy and that stuff turns me on, and you were asking about it, I wasn't just gonna say nothing, so yes I do feel comfortable with you little sister,” Jim replied. “OK then, well you mind if I test that?” I asked. “Sure I guess. I mean your my sister and not someone that's gonna blabber it.